Кто ты ? Кто я?

 



Кто ты ? Кто я? И где то место,
Где ты - мой принц, а я принцесса?
Что это? В море корабли?
Иль просто новый поворот?
Начало новое? Исход?
Ты так не любишь середин.
Во всём всегда номер один.
И в Головин без разрешения
Ты хочешь трюк и угощение!
Я пронесу через года
То храмовое «навсегда»,
Когда ты в белом на колене
Стоял мене на удивленье...
О где тот край и тот укров,
Где нас с тобой помолвил Бог?
Где собирая липы цвет,
Весь мир сошёл для нас на нет!
И поцелуем крася тишь,
Ты называл меня «малыш».
Дай руку мне и вся твоя
Я буду ждать начала дня.
А если станет слишком зыбко,
Лишь обернись в мою улыбку!!!
Вот ты. Вот я . И это - место,
Где ты - мой принц, а я принцесса.

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